Archive for fuckery

I feel like tepid shit, sitting here at my desk peering through a fog of exhaustion and muscular soreness from overwork on yesterday. Yeah, the shit I put myself through. However, the yard won’t take care of itself. At least not yet. Continue reading →

I know many of you in the blogodrome are pissy because I am not regularly venting my spew here, and forget about the daily basis I somehow established and kept for months. I feel your pain, really. I’m about to unleash Continue reading →

I had the occasion to thumb past my will in the filing cabinet the other day. Though completely unconnected, seeing it there reminded me of the hilarious fail I had to sit through right before I deployed my Rantastic-ness to Afghanistan. Essentially, the Army will send you …more lawyer antics…